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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VIGIL, by MABEL ELIZABETH SIMPSON First Line: No one will ever really know Last Line: O this is I, this is I! | |||
No one will ever really know Where I came from nor where I go. This is not I, this body's mold, The hair that you touch nor the hands you hold. A voice to hear and a face to see These are the outward signs of me. Come close, come close, come near, come near, I am keeping a vigil here. Here in a little house of clay Something is now that will go away. Something leaping and something light To go like a flame on a windy night, To go like a flame in a windy sky, O this is I, this is I! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYER by MABEL ELIZABETH SIMPSON AN ANTE-BELLUM SERMON by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR COUNTING THE BEATS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 48 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE WAVING OF THE CORN by SIDNEY LANIER SLEEP AT SEA by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CITY OF ORGIES by WALT WHITMAN |
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